Let the games begin!

“The smell of blood... it was on his breath.What does he do? I think. Drink it? …”

“That I knew I'd misjudged you. That you do love him. I'm not saying in what way…”

“Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.”

“Es como un juego, repetitivo, incluso algo tedioso después de más de veinteaños…”